Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2012 19:26:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Oreguy <oreguybf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bitch Awakening Part 4 (beastiality)

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Bitch Awakening Part 4


The warm air hit all of my body as I was on all fours.  All I could smell
was the metallic smell of the Alpha male circling me along with that scent
I was unable to put my finger on.  It was all male and all powerful and it
made me drop my head in submission and let out a quiet whimper.  I didn't
have to look under him to see that his red tip was poking out of his
sheath.  This had become a familiar dance.  My pussy was on fire and filled
with need and he was the only one that could fill that need.

I knew that my pussy was wet as my cheeks rubbed together.  No longer was I
amazed or even concerned that this was happening.  My body was preparing
its self for my amazing Alpha lover.  He could tell I was ready too.  He
tongue licked at my face and I nuzzled into his coarse fur.  Lately, he had
taken to resting his head on top of my mine and I gathered it was his way
of letting me know he was top dog and that I belonged to him.

Now that he was closer, I could peer under him and see the source of the
smell that was driving me crazy.  My tongue flopped out of my mouth and
started to drool on the ground.  I was feeling braver than usual and the
desire to taste my Alpha male's cock became too strong as I leaned in.
Every inch closer to his cock made me want it all that much more.

It was red and slightly flared at the tip.  I had grown to know my lover
well enough to know he was at the beginning stage of his arousal.  As if he
wanted me to not stretch too far, he took a few steps closer to my head.
With it only inches from my mouth I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked
the underside of his male-hood.

The taste of his cock was so different from Tim's.  My Alpha male's cock
tasted and felt thinner and not as meaty as Tim's. Tim's cock didn't have
this marvelous taste to it.  Oh, I loved feeling Tim's cock stretch my
throat, but this was completely different.  This was more primal and more
masculine.  Not that I would tell Tim that of course.

I bravely leaned in forward and wrapped my lips around the exposed tip,
swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.  To show his appreciation,
my Alpha male bucked his hips forward using my mouth to push more of his
cock out of his sheath.  He let out a whimper of his own as he jumped up on
top of me, his cock still in my mouth, and wrapped his powerful legs behind
my arm pits.  In essence, he was mounting my mouth.  My pussy was twitching
and getting wetter by the minute while my Alpha male lover used my mouth as
another pussy thrusting into me.  I was so lost in the euphoria of the
moment, I didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind me, but I knew the
voice all too well.

"Well, well.  It looks like I'm not the only enjoying the bitch's mouth!"

My eye's shot open hearing Tim's voice.  Fuck!  I had been caught.  The
last secret I had was now lost and my life was over.  Surely Tim wouldn't
want me now he knew I was letting this Alpha male have his way with me.

"I see your cunt is dripping wet too, bitch!  I guess you will put out for
any male that shows interest after all."  Tim grunted and shoved a finger
in my cunt.  Electricity jolted through my body and began to spasm.

As if by clockwork, I woke up with another soiled pair of underwear soaked
in my teen cum.  I was sweating and breathing heavy, again.  What the fuck
was going on with me?  This dream sequence was happening almost nightly
with me waking up with a wet pair of underwear coated in my spunk.  I
tossed back my head in total frustration still trying to catch my breath.
My underwear might have been coated with my ejaculation, but I didn't
orgasm the way I wanted to, through my pussy.

I wandered through most of my day and doing chores unable to get my dream
out of my head.  These dreams had been plaguing me and teasing me in a way
I didn't know how to respond.  I would absently reach down and rub my empty
stomach as if I was feeling for something there.  I felt like I was going
absolutely crazy.  Tim was going to get a horny bitch, again and his cock
never seemed to tire of me.

Tim had taken full advantage of the new piece of ass he had readily
available to him.  Our meetings always took place in the barn when no one
was sure to be around.  He was a gentle but masculine lover and catered to
my inner cravings for affection.  He knew it was the key to my hot cunt.  I
often wondered if this was how girls controlled their boyfriends and
husbands.

About three weeks had passed from when he popped my cherry properly and I
was convinced that we were in love.  We found a reason every day to find
quiet time alone in the barn for me to serve his thick cock meat.  He
always started with telling me how special I was and how much he loved our
time together.  This, of course, caused me to melt into a big pile of goo
and I was putty in his hands.  Then one night, it all changed.

I had gone to the barn at our regular time.  He didn't have to ask me as I
had gotten into the routine of meeting him.  We had moved our love making
into the hay loft to avoid accidental discovery by anyone that could have
possibly stumbled into the barn.  I didn't mind being his secret.  Matter
of fact, it was kind of comforting knowing that I could give him something
no one else could.  Somehow, it made it all so special to me.

As I waited in the hay loft, I drifted off a bit waiting for my stud to
show up for his cock service.  I looked at my watch and he was late and
began to wonder if something else came up and was causing him to be late.
I just sat in our corner of the hay loft and waited patiently to see if he
would show up or not.  After about an hour I decided he wasn't coming and
that I should head home.  That's when I heard Tim's voice and he wasn't
alone.

I heard the barn door open and he had a girl with him.  I peered out from
my vantage point and realized it was Danielle Perkins.  She was a year
younger than me and I sat quietly and listened to their conversation which
quickly turned into him kissing her lightly on the lips and she moaned.

"Yeah, you're a real bitch.  Only a real bitch moans like that from a kiss
from a real man," Tim growled out low.

My mouth hung open and a few tears filled my eyes.  Those were the exact
words he had said to me.  My heart started pounding and my brain began
racing.  I focused back on the action in front of me and saw him put her
hand on his crotch.

"Is that what you wanted to feel bitch," he asked in his sexy low voice.

All the stupid bimbo could do was giggle at him while I was screaming and
shouting in my head.  These were my words!  These were my moments of
realization!  He wasn't supposed to be doing this with someone else, much
less a girl.

My horror only intensified as he told her to get on her knees and stick out
her tongue.  He progressed through his well trained routine.  The only
satisfaction I got was that she could not manage his full length down her
throat and I could hear in his voice the frustration of not being able to
reach his goal.

The scene unfolded in front of me and with every word and action, it was
like a replay of what Tim had done to me.  It was a well rehearsed piece of
drama that Tim had developed over time obviously to seduce whomever he
wanted to share his big tool with.  I sat quietly in my own pain, trying to
remain silent while I listened to her scream out when he popped her cherry.
I felt so betrayed at that moment as my heart was breaking.

Finally I heard Tim reach his fevered pitch and knew from the sounds that
he was almost done.  When he pulled out of her he told her that her cherry
was indeed popped and that he wouldn't make her suck him off this time.  It
took every effort I had to not sob loudly or bolt from my hiding place.

Once they left, and I had waited a good amount of time, I left the loft and
ran home.  I avoided the parents saying I wasn't feeling well and went
straight to bed where I cried into my pillow.  Luckily, my parents weren't
very attentive as I wouldn't have been able to explain why I was crying
like a little girl.

I stayed in bed for three days.  I only got out of bed to piss and get a
glass of water and then went right back to bed.  My parents should have
been concerned but I told them that I probably just had what was going
around and I just needed to sleep.  My father wasn't happy that his free
labor was not doing chores, but this is where my mother could step in and
handle him.

"You leave that boy alone," I heard her say.  "He's never sick and always
does what you ask him to do.  If he needs rest, you leave him be!"

I could hear my father mumble about being a man and not letting some silly
virus make a pussy out of me.  Mother promptly reminded him about the last
time he had the flu and was in bed for a week and that if these chores were
so damn important he could do them himself.  At that moment, I loved my
mother more than I had ever loved her before.

After three days of crying and being in bed I decided it was time to get up
and do something in real life.  My heart still hurt and I was tired, but, I
knew that if I didn't get out of bed soon, my mother was going to take me
to the doctor.  I could not push it too much.

My father had not done anything while I was in bed and the chore list was a
mile long.  I didn't mind as I needed something to occupy my time and my
mind.  I wasn't crying anymore but my heart still felt like it was battered
and bruised.  I did all the chores that kept me as far from the barn as
possible.  Just looking at the old building raised a lump in my throat and
I decided it was best to avoid looking at it or running into Tim.  I wasn't
ready to face him yet.

As the day began to come to a close I was finishing up in the garden.  I
was heading back to the shed to drop off my tools and head into the house
for dinner when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Where have you been, baby," Tim asked softly.

I yanked my shoulder away and didn't acknowledge him and put the tools away
in their perspective places and bit my tongue.  I knew I had a wicked
temper and when words started to flow, I knew they wouldn't stop.  So I
chose to remain silent.  When I tried to walk past him to get to the shed
door, Tim stepped in front of it and blocked my exit.

"Tim, please move out of the way," I said calmly and wouldn't look him in
the eye.  I was afraid that if I looked at him I would fall to pieces and I
needed to maintain some form of dignity at this moment.  "Not until you
tell me what's going on, Stevie."  Tim crossed his arms and he made it
quite known with his strong body language that he wasn't going to be moved
from his place.

"I waited for you Tuesday night in the barn.  You must have been busy."  It
was the truth, I had, but gave him an out nonetheless.

"Yeah.  I had family stuff I had to do in the last minute so wasn't able to
meet you.  Is that why you are avoiding me?  Because you could not get at
my piece of meat?"  The tone in his voice was sarcastic and demeaning and
my blood began to boil.  Tim reached for my hand and I yanked it away.

"Tim, I'm asking you one last time.  Please let me by," I said through
gritted teeth feeling my anger building up.

"What the fuck is your problem Steve, you're acting like a jealous bitch!'

That was all it took.  I looked up at him with a red face, Irish heritage
and all, and gave him the most evil look I could muster.  As calmly as I
could, I began to speak.

"I was in the barn Tim.  I heard and saw everything you did and said with
Danielle."

Tim unfolded his arms and stood as tall as he could and squared his
shoulders.

"You were spying on me, faggot," Tim said in a menacing voice.

"I waited for you like I had done every night for three weeks," I belted
out.  "Would you preferred I jumped out of the hay loft and showed her
exactly how you like your cock to be sucked down to the root?"

Tim's face softened a bit and I could see that he was working out the
situation in his head.  His body language slumped a bit and his hands
opened up out of their fists.

"Damn it Steve.  I'm not a fag.  I'm a dude.  Dude's are supposed to be
with chicks.  I didn't think you'd fall in love with me or anything.  Shit
man.  I thought you were dude enough to know that."

"You're an asshole, Tim!  You said the exact same bullshit to her that you
said to me!  How long have you been working on that routine?  How long has
it taken you to master your bullshit lines and stories?"

I lost the battle of my temper and of the tears.  While his fists relaxed,
I felt mine balling up.  I could feel the boil of anger rising and that I
was about to lose control of myself. Tim stood there looking at me with
this dumb deer in the headlights look as if he could't believe I had
actually paid attention to his words or that they had meant anything to me.

"Dude, are you in love with me," Tim asked quietly.

"Does it fucking matter," I hissed out while squaring my shoulders.

"Yeah, it fucking matters.  Are you in love with me?"

At that point, I had nothing to lose.  I was at a point of no return and
knew what the likely outcome was.  I looked down and took a big breath and
looked back up at him.

"I thought I was.  But I was wrong.  I can't love someone who fucks
anything with a twat to collect a cherry." I spat it out like venom from a
snake.  I could see him recoil from the verbal assault and how the truth
stung him.

"I'm not a fag.  I could never love another dude.  I thought, you know,
that we would just have fun and I would give you the cock you wanted and I
could get off."

"That's funny, Tim.  You kiss like a fag.  You fuck my ass like a fag.  But
don't worry, you wont be getting any of me anymore and you can get it from
Danielle Perkins!"

I didn't care how big this man was or that he could promptly kick my ass.
I was so angry and felt so betrayed that part of me hoped that he would
kick my ass and that way I would feel bad for another reason.

"At least Danielle's pussy is a real one, fag!"

I saw red at that statement.  I had more cum swimming in my pussy from Tim
on a regular basis than even I cared to admit at that moment.  I felt cheap
and worthless and mad!

What I did was reactionary more than anything and I could not stop myself.
I drew my hand back, balled into a fist, and punched Tim square in the
nose.  There was a loud cracking sound and blood appeared everywhere.  His
hands came up to his nose as he made a pathetic noise and my other fist
landed square in his gut.

He started to fall to the ground in slow motion.  As he began to fall I
screamed out a loud, angry cry.  My hands came together and I bashed him in
the middle of the back as he began to fall.  Tim laid on the ground moaning
and bleeding.

"I might be a faggot bitch.  I might take cock like a girl.  I sure as fuck
don't hit like one you piece of shit," I screamed out and then kicked him
in the side full tilt.

I stepped over him and headed for the door.  I swung the door open and
turned around and watched Tim curl up on his side.  I spit on the ground,
much like a macho movie character and looked at him.  When his eye's
reached mine, I told him how it would be.

"If I find out you've told anyone I'm a fag, I'll make sure everyone knows
you fucked Danielle Perkins.  That should get you some new friends in a
nice jail cell.  I wont have anything to lose, but you sure as fuck do you
douche bag."

I left Tim on the ground and bleeding and heard him try to get up and fall
over.  I simply walked back to my house and cleaned up.  I had dinner,
showered, and then went to bed.  It was one of the best nights of sleep
that I had ever had.  I had realized that although I am a cock-sucking
faggot bitch, that didn't mean I was powerless or that I needed to be
afraid of the world.  Being a bitch with a pussy didn't mean powerless.  In
the end, I had that whore Danielle to thank for my change.

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Next Chapter: Steve stops dreaming about being a bitch and finds his true
self with the help of an unlikely friend.}